Disclaimer: Does anyone read these disclaimers, anyway? Does anyone but Kazuki Takahashi originally own all the rights? No. That is why this is a f-a-n-f-i-c. I have a question. Why do we write these things if no one reads them?
Rants: This one's off right at the top of my head. Short, sweet, b/c I have a FRIGGIN' PROJECT WORTH 10% OF MAH MARK DUE IN 2 WEEKS! Stupid school! Which means I'm not gonna be updating, or if I do, then it'll be REAL short. Like this one. It's the chapter I introduce Yami Bakura (who will just be "Bakura"), Ryou (who will just remain "Ryou") and Malik Ishtar. It has no Yami or Yuugi even mentioned. *Yami, Yuugi and Seto fangirls (and guys ^_~) storm off* I was too lazy to make up any last names for Ryou and Bakura, so who cares? Enjoy.
Wait! *eveyone waits* Has anyone noticed that in the third season (Battle City), Yuugi goes from being just kawaii, to hot and kawaii? Or am I the only one who thinks that?
Noah: You done?
Yup. On with the fic!
Wait!
Noah: What is it know?!
Umm...I forgot.
Noah: OK.
Wait!
Noah: WHAT?!
I forgot my updating smile, see? Now I'll do it. ^_________^ Okies! Now I'm done!
There is Hope
By: Bishiehuggler (Noah: STOP STALLING!)
Chapter 3: Werewolves, Vampires and Witches
Yet another one, this time a small, frail looking female in her mid-twenties. The woman was killed like the others, a break to the neck that wasn't made to kill, just to cripple. Then her troat was torn at by the small, sharp claws of a vampire and finally, as the fatal wound bled it was messily lapped up by the murderer. Ryou tied his white locks into a ponytail and donned some latex gloves to pick up the lifeless corpse. As his partner and teacher, Bakura, was busy sniffing the park's vicinity for clues, Ryou slipped the woman into the navy blue bodybag and zipped it all the way to the top, covering the sickly grey face and mussed hair of the once pretty victim.
"All done?" Bakura asked as he blew away a thick, messy strand of white hair. Ryou nodded and he grabbed the light cargo and threw it over his shoulder in an uncouth fashion, and his partner didn't hestitate to tell him so.
"That was once a human-"
"They're dead, don't worry. There may be such things as vampires, witches and werewolves, but ghosts are something entirely false." Ryou was about to disagree when his teacher put a hand in front of his face. "Quiet." It was an order, not a suggestion. His nose began twitching, up and down, like a rabbit's. A low rumble reverberated in the young man's throat as he began searching for the source.
"What is it?" Ryou's gentle voice coaxed its way into Bakura's thoughts, making him feel more at ease in this dangerous time. Still, the young man turned around to reprimand the boy. Being curious was one thing, but his question was just plain stupid.
"He wouldn't be on high alert if it wasn't something to fear, you should know that." a deep, gravelly voice called down from on top of the play structure a few yards away from them. He hopped off and began walking jauntily to the place they were standing. "I thought I was being persued." He looked to Ryou and nodded. "Witch," He then glanced to Bakura, smirked and surpressed a small giggle. "Witch that was bitten by a werewolf. Konbawa!"
Bakura was the first to move, throwing a blast of raw, black energy at the vampire. "Fuck off!" He didn't enjoy being made fun of, to put it lightly and treading on old, sensitve scars would get you killed if he had a say in it. The bloodsucker purred and hopped out of the shadows he was standing in. "A challenge," his purple eyes narrowed. "I like that!" Without warning he dove at the white haired young man and backhanded him into a tree. Bakura got to his feet and was wiping the blood that seeped out of the scrapes from the bark. The vamp was more interested in the werewolf/witch hybrid but knowing that the other was hiding in the bushes, either waiting for a chance to attack, or observing.
"My, my, my. Usually anyone else would've been KO'ed by now." The vampire tutted. His flipped his light blonde hair over his shoulder in a flirty fashion. "If you're going to survive this long I might as well introduce myself. Ore wa Ishtar Malik-kun desu." He motioned for Bakura to follow his head, but the white haired witch spat at him.
"I don't waste my time talking to filth, thank you."
The vampire pouted cutely, his fangs just barely poking out from his thin lips. He turned his back and dashed over to where Ryou was watching. Malik grabbed the boy by the collar and hoisted Ryou up to set on his boney hip. He snaked his other hand around the boy's waist. "How 'bout you, little one?" He nuzzled into Ryou's cheek, eliciting a whimper from the witch. "What your name?"
"B-boku wa-" he gasped when Malik ran his tongue slowly over Ryou's pale neck. "Boku wa Ryou-kun desu ka, Ishtar-san." By then Bakura decided to land a numbing blast on Malik's shoulder, allowing his student to escape and run behind him. The hybrid then growled a warning, letting the vampire know Ryou was his property. The vampire and the witch sprang at each other, one powering his punches with his magic, the other using brute strength. Ryou had now gathered enough courage to openly cheer for his teacher.
Bakura ducked down for a clear punch in the stomach, which the tanned bloodsucker was expecting. He let his feet drop from under him and slemmed his elbow down, into the back of the hybrid's neck. He was out in an instant. Malik laid his challenger's motionless body in a stretched position, making it seem as if the witch was clawing at the ground, trying to escape something. The position for all his victims. The tanned young man stood straight up and turned to Ryou, who's face was set with sorrow and terror. He walked briskly over to the boy and attempted to grab him by the wrist. Remembering his training at the last minute, Ryou kicked the vamp's shin and backed away quickly.
Malik smiled. "You, too? Care to test your luck, little one?" Ryou catiously shook his head. He backed up a few more steps. "Yes, keep walking, hoping to get far enough away to make a break for help." Ryou's eyes narrowed and Malik pouted again. "You take the Damned Ones for idiots, don't you? You're quite correct."
Ryou raised an eyebrow. "Why do you agree?"
"A fledgling vampire isn't supposed to kill the one that turned them as soon as they wake up."
"You killed-?" Malik snarled viciously to get the point across. 'Too many bad memories, I guess.' That gave the white haired boy an idea. He began to whisper the incantation under his breath, praying to all the gods that ever existed for it to work. The vampire smiled gently, very uncharacteristically. It wasn't every day you saw that. In fact, it was never. Unless they were planning something. Malik lunged at the boy, claws extended, laughing insanely. [AN: Like there's any other way? MWAHAHA!] He slashed horizontally at Ryou, who fell backwards as a pathetic excuse for a dodge. 'Only a few more words!' he thought urgently.
Malik raised an eyebrow and spread his fingers. Five little knives stabbing through sensitive stomach tissue in five different places was hard to survive, but Ryou screamed the last foreign word in his face and pressed his hands over the bloodsucker's heart. A searing white blast ripped through him, illuminating any parts of his body devoid of his skin, like his eyes, nose and mouth. He screamed something unearthly and when the light died away, collapsed into a shivering bundle on top of Ryou.
Bakura stumbled over to his student moments later and hugged him from behind. "You were wonderful, Ryou-chan."
"You were watching?"
"Only the Repentance Incantation." he looked up to the deep purple night sky, the sparkles of the stars absorbed and reflected in his eyes. Well, that's what Ryou thought, anyway. "The one that turns all their best and worst memories upon themselves. Very good, little one."
"There's only one problem."
"What?" Ryou pointed to the whimpering, shivering mass that once was a genocidal vampire and frowned. "Kill him." was Bakura's answer. He let go of Ryou and walked away. "Hurry up."
"No." Bakura gaped. "I know you think he's a monster, but look, he deserves some pity. When i looked into his eyes all I saw was pain and suffering-"
"-Which he won't hesitate to take out on you if we let him stay!"
"Fine then, leave! I do not wish to stay in the same apartment, let alone the same bed as someone who refuses to be sympathetic towards others who are in desperate need of attention." Bakura made a funny whimpering noise in his throat. Kind, gentle Ryou. The one he loved. The only reason he hadn't killed himself out of shame for being bitten by a werewolf. He was using that against him as blackmail. Bakura had no choice but to give in.
"Alright, but if he tries anything, I will kill him." Ryou nodded to the terms, and both the white haired lookalikes dragged the tanned vampire into the safe darkness of the night.
**********
Boy, did that suck or what?
Noah: Sucked. Definately sucked.
-_-;;; It's a rhetorical question. *blinks* Hey, weren't you s'posed to be helping?!
Noah: *whistles innocentely* *runs off*
Hey, git yur ass back 'ere! *holds up EVILE STAINLESS STEEL FRYING PAN OF DOOMª*
Noah: NNOOO! RUN! THE STAINLESS STEELINESS WILL BE MY DEATH! AAAAAHHHHH!
Yami: *cries* Aibou!
Seto: O....K....Yami, that's Angel's Blood. *whispers under his breath* Buncha nutjobs.
Nutjobs: Ah say, we resemble that remahk! (I do not own Space Jam, or that Chicken Dude that says that ^_^;;;)
Seto: -_____-;;; R&R and vote for the yaoi. Right now we have a landslide for the YamixYuugi.
Yaoi fangirls (including me!): *hold up various kitchen items* We'll kill anyone who votes otherwise!
YGO guys: -____-;;; Is there no hope for a normal relationship?
Yaoi fangirls: NO! ^____^
YGO guys: ;____;
Rants: This one's off right at the top of my head. Short, sweet, b/c I have a FRIGGIN' PROJECT WORTH 10% OF MAH MARK DUE IN 2 WEEKS! Stupid school! Which means I'm not gonna be updating, or if I do, then it'll be REAL short. Like this one. It's the chapter I introduce Yami Bakura (who will just be "Bakura"), Ryou (who will just remain "Ryou") and Malik Ishtar. It has no Yami or Yuugi even mentioned. *Yami, Yuugi and Seto fangirls (and guys ^_~) storm off* I was too lazy to make up any last names for Ryou and Bakura, so who cares? Enjoy.
Wait! *eveyone waits* Has anyone noticed that in the third season (Battle City), Yuugi goes from being just kawaii, to hot and kawaii? Or am I the only one who thinks that?
Noah: You done?
Yup. On with the fic!
Wait!
Noah: What is it know?!
Umm...I forgot.
Noah: OK.
Wait!
Noah: WHAT?!
I forgot my updating smile, see? Now I'll do it. ^_________^ Okies! Now I'm done!
There is Hope
By: Bishiehuggler (Noah: STOP STALLING!)
Chapter 3: Werewolves, Vampires and Witches
Yet another one, this time a small, frail looking female in her mid-twenties. The woman was killed like the others, a break to the neck that wasn't made to kill, just to cripple. Then her troat was torn at by the small, sharp claws of a vampire and finally, as the fatal wound bled it was messily lapped up by the murderer. Ryou tied his white locks into a ponytail and donned some latex gloves to pick up the lifeless corpse. As his partner and teacher, Bakura, was busy sniffing the park's vicinity for clues, Ryou slipped the woman into the navy blue bodybag and zipped it all the way to the top, covering the sickly grey face and mussed hair of the once pretty victim.
"All done?" Bakura asked as he blew away a thick, messy strand of white hair. Ryou nodded and he grabbed the light cargo and threw it over his shoulder in an uncouth fashion, and his partner didn't hestitate to tell him so.
"That was once a human-"
"They're dead, don't worry. There may be such things as vampires, witches and werewolves, but ghosts are something entirely false." Ryou was about to disagree when his teacher put a hand in front of his face. "Quiet." It was an order, not a suggestion. His nose began twitching, up and down, like a rabbit's. A low rumble reverberated in the young man's throat as he began searching for the source.
"What is it?" Ryou's gentle voice coaxed its way into Bakura's thoughts, making him feel more at ease in this dangerous time. Still, the young man turned around to reprimand the boy. Being curious was one thing, but his question was just plain stupid.
"He wouldn't be on high alert if it wasn't something to fear, you should know that." a deep, gravelly voice called down from on top of the play structure a few yards away from them. He hopped off and began walking jauntily to the place they were standing. "I thought I was being persued." He looked to Ryou and nodded. "Witch," He then glanced to Bakura, smirked and surpressed a small giggle. "Witch that was bitten by a werewolf. Konbawa!"
Bakura was the first to move, throwing a blast of raw, black energy at the vampire. "Fuck off!" He didn't enjoy being made fun of, to put it lightly and treading on old, sensitve scars would get you killed if he had a say in it. The bloodsucker purred and hopped out of the shadows he was standing in. "A challenge," his purple eyes narrowed. "I like that!" Without warning he dove at the white haired young man and backhanded him into a tree. Bakura got to his feet and was wiping the blood that seeped out of the scrapes from the bark. The vamp was more interested in the werewolf/witch hybrid but knowing that the other was hiding in the bushes, either waiting for a chance to attack, or observing.
"My, my, my. Usually anyone else would've been KO'ed by now." The vampire tutted. His flipped his light blonde hair over his shoulder in a flirty fashion. "If you're going to survive this long I might as well introduce myself. Ore wa Ishtar Malik-kun desu." He motioned for Bakura to follow his head, but the white haired witch spat at him.
"I don't waste my time talking to filth, thank you."
The vampire pouted cutely, his fangs just barely poking out from his thin lips. He turned his back and dashed over to where Ryou was watching. Malik grabbed the boy by the collar and hoisted Ryou up to set on his boney hip. He snaked his other hand around the boy's waist. "How 'bout you, little one?" He nuzzled into Ryou's cheek, eliciting a whimper from the witch. "What your name?"
"B-boku wa-" he gasped when Malik ran his tongue slowly over Ryou's pale neck. "Boku wa Ryou-kun desu ka, Ishtar-san." By then Bakura decided to land a numbing blast on Malik's shoulder, allowing his student to escape and run behind him. The hybrid then growled a warning, letting the vampire know Ryou was his property. The vampire and the witch sprang at each other, one powering his punches with his magic, the other using brute strength. Ryou had now gathered enough courage to openly cheer for his teacher.
Bakura ducked down for a clear punch in the stomach, which the tanned bloodsucker was expecting. He let his feet drop from under him and slemmed his elbow down, into the back of the hybrid's neck. He was out in an instant. Malik laid his challenger's motionless body in a stretched position, making it seem as if the witch was clawing at the ground, trying to escape something. The position for all his victims. The tanned young man stood straight up and turned to Ryou, who's face was set with sorrow and terror. He walked briskly over to the boy and attempted to grab him by the wrist. Remembering his training at the last minute, Ryou kicked the vamp's shin and backed away quickly.
Malik smiled. "You, too? Care to test your luck, little one?" Ryou catiously shook his head. He backed up a few more steps. "Yes, keep walking, hoping to get far enough away to make a break for help." Ryou's eyes narrowed and Malik pouted again. "You take the Damned Ones for idiots, don't you? You're quite correct."
Ryou raised an eyebrow. "Why do you agree?"
"A fledgling vampire isn't supposed to kill the one that turned them as soon as they wake up."
"You killed-?" Malik snarled viciously to get the point across. 'Too many bad memories, I guess.' That gave the white haired boy an idea. He began to whisper the incantation under his breath, praying to all the gods that ever existed for it to work. The vampire smiled gently, very uncharacteristically. It wasn't every day you saw that. In fact, it was never. Unless they were planning something. Malik lunged at the boy, claws extended, laughing insanely. [AN: Like there's any other way? MWAHAHA!] He slashed horizontally at Ryou, who fell backwards as a pathetic excuse for a dodge. 'Only a few more words!' he thought urgently.
Malik raised an eyebrow and spread his fingers. Five little knives stabbing through sensitive stomach tissue in five different places was hard to survive, but Ryou screamed the last foreign word in his face and pressed his hands over the bloodsucker's heart. A searing white blast ripped through him, illuminating any parts of his body devoid of his skin, like his eyes, nose and mouth. He screamed something unearthly and when the light died away, collapsed into a shivering bundle on top of Ryou.
Bakura stumbled over to his student moments later and hugged him from behind. "You were wonderful, Ryou-chan."
"You were watching?"
"Only the Repentance Incantation." he looked up to the deep purple night sky, the sparkles of the stars absorbed and reflected in his eyes. Well, that's what Ryou thought, anyway. "The one that turns all their best and worst memories upon themselves. Very good, little one."
"There's only one problem."
"What?" Ryou pointed to the whimpering, shivering mass that once was a genocidal vampire and frowned. "Kill him." was Bakura's answer. He let go of Ryou and walked away. "Hurry up."
"No." Bakura gaped. "I know you think he's a monster, but look, he deserves some pity. When i looked into his eyes all I saw was pain and suffering-"
"-Which he won't hesitate to take out on you if we let him stay!"
"Fine then, leave! I do not wish to stay in the same apartment, let alone the same bed as someone who refuses to be sympathetic towards others who are in desperate need of attention." Bakura made a funny whimpering noise in his throat. Kind, gentle Ryou. The one he loved. The only reason he hadn't killed himself out of shame for being bitten by a werewolf. He was using that against him as blackmail. Bakura had no choice but to give in.
"Alright, but if he tries anything, I will kill him." Ryou nodded to the terms, and both the white haired lookalikes dragged the tanned vampire into the safe darkness of the night.
**********
Boy, did that suck or what?
Noah: Sucked. Definately sucked.
-_-;;; It's a rhetorical question. *blinks* Hey, weren't you s'posed to be helping?!
Noah: *whistles innocentely* *runs off*
Hey, git yur ass back 'ere! *holds up EVILE STAINLESS STEEL FRYING PAN OF DOOMª*
Noah: NNOOO! RUN! THE STAINLESS STEELINESS WILL BE MY DEATH! AAAAAHHHHH!
Yami: *cries* Aibou!
Seto: O....K....Yami, that's Angel's Blood. *whispers under his breath* Buncha nutjobs.
Nutjobs: Ah say, we resemble that remahk! (I do not own Space Jam, or that Chicken Dude that says that ^_^;;;)
Seto: -_____-;;; R&R and vote for the yaoi. Right now we have a landslide for the YamixYuugi.
Yaoi fangirls (including me!): *hold up various kitchen items* We'll kill anyone who votes otherwise!
YGO guys: -____-;;; Is there no hope for a normal relationship?
Yaoi fangirls: NO! ^____^
YGO guys: ;____;